The Journey to Hackensack

The Journey to Hackensack

She lived apart, in places queer

Her relatives were nowhere near

And so I wondered, to her face

What happened when she left the place

How would she cope or would she change

Or take what nature would arrange

What I was I am, said she

If burden then, than burden be

I grew up television's child

All circumscribed and reconciled

My life was set upon a course

Including marriage (and divorce)

Of children five and in my age

A government subsistence wage

But somewhere short of Hackensack

My well-planned journey jumped the track

I hit my head (in retrospect)

I couldn't seem to recollect

My destination, or think why

Any abode but open sky

Would ever fit my temperament

And thus it was I finally went

To seek a home in places queer

Where relatives are nowhere near

And so it's here I guess I'll stay

Until the world shall pass away

For me there's just no going back

I'll never get to Hackensack.

©  2014 by John P. Wilson